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A poor man with four daughters All weeping the son Told to covet adultery Or so he was told Fallen night and machete After friday's prayers Fear the young When follow all Daughter must be killed For your honour You will slaughter Every one of your daughters For your honour You will slaughter Its you who should be slaughtered Terror grips us Still with hunger Thirsting to avenge his soiled pride A sick madman You take their lives away As they sleep The bleakness is out their clothes (The bleak kisses eyes are closed) = maybe Life bleeds without a chance to weep You take, you take their lives away Your a man unrepentant Subduing lies You murder your own children Call that honourable cause For your honour You will slaughter Every one of your daughters For your honour You will slaughter Its you who should be slaughtered -solo- Terror grips us Still with hunger Thirsting to avenge his soiled pride A sick madman You take their lives away As they sleep The bleakness is out their clothes (The bleak kisses eyes are closed) = maybe Life bleeds without a chance to weep You take, you take their lives away -solo- For your honour You will slaughter Every one of your daughters For your honour You will slaughter Its you who should be slaughtered Terror grips us Still with hunger Thirsting to avenge his soiled pride A sick madman You take their lives away As they sleep The bleakness is out their clothes (The bleak kisses eyes are closed) = maybe Life bleeds without a chance to weep You take, you take their lives away

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